Chapter 272 - Wait a Minute, Bro! (1/2)

“This brat is just playing with me now!”

At this moment, Wu Ji was already standing outside a practice room, checking his time. “It takes me twenty minutes to get to the art academy, and if I add the time it takes to buy her food, I only have two minutes.”

He opened the door and walked in. Seeing Lao Hei, who was thumping the floor, he then looked at Meng Fan, who had locked Lao Hei into submission. This made Wu Ji fume with anger.

How could his sweet innocent little sister become so devious because of this punk!

If he drove faster, he should have five minutes to teach this punk a lesson!

Wu Ji happily accepted the change of plans.

“Lao Hei, you can leave.”

Wu Ji placed his phone on the floor and did some basic warmups.

“Ji Bro, what are you doing?!”

Seeing Wu Ji enter, Lao Hei immediately crawled up and rolled over. They had specifically found a private room, thinking that they were ok after practicing for half an hour. But he actually came!

He was familiar with Wu Ji and often heard him cursing the Jin Taiyun stick. He could confirm that Wu Ji despised Jin Taiyun very much and had only been joking yesterday. He didn’t think he’d actually show up to avenge Jin Taiyun.

This was unlike Wu Ji!

Seeing Wu Ji continue to warm up, Lao Hei became more startled. “Ji Bro, if you want to get revenge for the stick, I will… I will end our friendship! This isn’t right!”

Wu Ji twisted his neck. “Get the hell out of here.”

Lao Hei stood firmly. “I’m not going.”

“Do what you want. It’s best you try to stop me, so I can beat your ass, too!”

Afterwards, he ignored Lao Hei. Wu Ji removed his shoes and entered the room, stretching his arms behind his back. After finishing up his exercises, he looked towards Meng Fan. “Punk, you’re just learning capture and takedown techniques, right? I’ll use these two techniques to beat your ass. I’ll give you ten seconds to get ready.”

After hearing the exchange between the two, he mostly understood what was going on. His expression darkened.

From Lao Hei’s tone, he could tell that this Ji Bro guy was a powerful player. As for the name, it must be related to the Feng Ji Dojo… there was Yang Feng, and this Ji guy.

Seeing Lao Hei’s demeanor, this Ji Bro must be stronger than Yang Feng.

As his face darkened, Meng Fan felt excitement swell up inside him. He was happy to spar with a professional!

Only, Meng Fan continued to feel that this handsome man with a ponytail looked rather familiar, but he was sure he’d never seen him before. This made him curious.

His eyebrows and eyes looked like someone!

Meng Fan crinkled his brows. “Have we met before?”

“Nope. If we had, I would have beat your ass already.” Wu Ji tied up his hair. “You have five seconds left.”

Meng Fan was even more confused. Based on his words, Wu Ji was already prepared to beat him up.

“Two seconds.”

“One second.”

Wu Ji didn’t give Meng Fan time to think. He fiercely exhaled and burst forward towards Meng Fan like a cannonball.

“He’s so fast!”

Meng Fan was freaking out. He wasn’t going to dodge it in time, and forced himself to calm down. He focused his attention and waited for Wu Ji to approach.

Bang.

Wu Ji immediately turned his body after reaching Meng Fan and quickly appeared next to Meng Fan like a ghost. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around Meng Fan’s waist and stepped forward to take him down.

Meng Fan had learned this takedown technique before. It was a basic move, but Wu Ji’s usage of it was different.

A huge force struck him, as Meng Fan felt his body being toppled over right away. Although his strength wasn’t able to bring Meng Fan to the ground, it made him lose his center of gravity.

At this moment, Wu Ji was already on the other side of Meng Fan. He reached for Meng Fan’s arm and lunged forward. Following the direction of force, he channelled the strength into his arms. Thump. Meng Fan had been flipped on the ground, taken down.

Thump! Meng Fan had never been taken down by anyone before. The pain was excruciating!

Lao Hei did not dare watch. True, Meng Fan was a badass, but he wasn’t Wu Ji’s rival.

Yang Feng couldn’t flip Meng Fan, but that didn’t mean Wu Ji couldn’t.

Wu Ji was still grasping onto Meng Fan’s wrist. He resisted the urge to use a sweeping technique followed by a cross; he’d promised to only use the capture and takedown techniques to bring him down.

Without letting go, he tumbled. The other hand grasped onto Meng Fan’s shoulder, and using the force from the tumble, flung Meng Fan down once again.

“Punk, is your tolerance that weak?”